Kate and Julia: Abducted in India (20 page)

Penny was stricken. She had always exploited her beauty to get what she wanted, though frequently once it was hers she had discovered she had not really wanted it at all. That had even been true of Tom, but she had done her best to stick by him through their marriage. He had been the catch of the season when she had first met him – tall, fair-haired, handsome and rich. All the unmarried debs had been trying to hook him, so naturally Penny had had to steal him from under their noses. She had been bored too. The leisured life of a socialite had begun to seem increasingly empty after five years and Penny had realized she was not getting any younger. At twenty-two and with lots of younger debutantes coming up behind her, she had not been so very far from being left on the shelf.

Much to her disappointment, life with Tom had not proved any more fulfilling than the endless round of dinners and parties of which it had consisted before. In fact, it had been little different to begin with, though Penny had been shocked to discover Tom’s wealth had been as illusory as the contentment she had been seeking when she had married him. His whole family had been heavily in debt and the couple had had to survive on his army pay and her own small inheritance.

The transfer of Tom’s regiment to India had been an even greater shock, made worse when he had insisted on transferring to the North West Frontier. Resentful when she had failed for the first time to get her own way, Penny had found it increasingly hard to continue playing the role of the loyal army wife she had promised herself she would be.

Another fierce sting to her bottom jerked her from her brief reverie.

“I said come along,” Courtney snapped. “You had better start obeying me at once, Penny, or you’ll find you won’t be enjoying much of what’s about to happen.”

“W… what are you going to do?”

His grin made her belly flip.

“Find out just how badly you want my help.” He flicked the map-pointer over the tip of her left teat and pointed at a door on the far side of the study, one Penny had never passed through during her previous visits to the Residency. As she rubbed her buzzing breast, Courtney steered her towards the door with the pressure of the pointer on her buttocks. When he opened it she stopped dead in her tracks, aghast.

A vicious swipe of the pointer sent pain flaring across her tender bottom and drove Penny into the room.

Courtney locked the door behind him and pocketed the key in his
chapaan
. “Stand by the table. Clasp your hands behind your neck.”

Clutching at her smarting rear Penny turned to face him. “Please, if you want...” She gasped as he smacked the pointer onto the out-thrust swell of her left teat.

“You will call me ‘sir’, and you will ask permission if you want to speak.”

A wave of the slim length of wood in his hand was sufficient threat to make her obey him. Her upraised arms lifted Penny’s full breasts as if in invitation. Courtney smiled.

“I like a good, big pair of tits, Penny. I always did admire yours.”

The map-pointer flickered out and stung her right breast frighteningly close to its stiff nipple.

“Ooh! Please stop hurting me,” she pleaded, clasping both hands protectively over her breasts. Courtney smacked the slender stick on her belly, then her thighs and then her breasts again while Penny’s hands darted from one source of discomfort to the next and he rapped instructions.

“Keep still. Hands behind your neck. Call me ‘sir’. Ask permission if you wish to speak.”

So stunned by his treatment that she felt dizzy Penny resumed her position beside the table, her back to the door and facing the ‘X’-shaped wooden frame on the wall twenty feet away that had made her want to turn and run the moment she had first seen it.

“That’s better,” Courtney told her. “You’re going to do as you’re told now, aren’t you, Penny? And if you’re a good girl I may help you find your companions. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Penny said, then quickly, “Yes, sir,” but not fast enough to stop him smacking both breasts with the map-pointer.

“Ooh, don’t!” she begged with tears springing to her eyes.

“Hands!” he barked as they dropped to the fiery sting and she stopped the movement at once. “No talking!”

She stood still, apprehensively aware of him flexing the thin, tapering stick between his hands while his gaze roved over every inch of her nudity. The silence lengthened. Penny watched the dust motes floating in the shafts of sunlight coming through the high windows in the wall before her. Why, trapped and humiliated and completely under the man’s dominance, was she so excited that tremors were coursing the length of her sheath and she could feel the warm flow of her lubricating juices bathing her outer pussy-lips?

“You’ve been a bad girl, Penny. Say it.”

“I’ve been a bad girl, sir.” A little electric thrill ran through her.

“Tony Wetherell says you’re a slut. What do you think?”

“No, I’m not,” Penny said hotly. “He’s just... Ow!” A stinging swipe from the pointer silenced her.

“The thing is, I’m inclined to agree with him,” Courtney told her.

“Bend over the table and grip the far edge. You would be very foolish to let go before I say so.”

With her belly churning and her pussy prickling at his uncompromising words of command, Penny obeyed. The wood felt cool as she crushed her breasts down onto the table’s unyielding surface. She jerked under the grip of two hands low on her buttocks that pulled them apart, exposing her sex and anus at the same time. Only just managing to keep her grip on the table she cringed inwardly at the knowledge Courtney was looking into the moistly tingling interior of her sex. She heard him take a deep breath.

“When were you last fucked up the arse?” he demanded.

“Oh, how disgusting! Never!” Penny rose up in indignation only to be slammed back down by a heavy hand between her shoulder blades.

A second later her bottom bounced under a scorching slap from Courtney’s palm.

“You were told not to let go. Oh, you really are a bad one aren’t you? Won’t obey orders, tries to seduce my guest in my own parlour and them behaves like a common little slut afterwards. And you scandalised my most trusted servant into the bargain. Wetherell said your cunt was dripping when he’d finished spanking you. Is that what you like, Penny?

Do you like to be hurt?”

“No!” Penny said. “No, sir. It’s awful. Ooh!” She bucked as he pushed two fingers forcefully into her pussy and it clenched around them.

“Perhaps you like a good firm grip to keep you in line?” He pushed on the upper curve of her bottom, pressing her belly down hard onto the tabletop.

“No, sir, please. I’m not like that at all.” But the pressure of his hand
was
heightening the quivering in her sex.

“Maybe it’s being forced to give up control to someone else,”

Courtney speculated. “I don’t suppose that’s a feeling you’re used to. Is that it? Do you get aroused when you’re made to surrender?”

“No, I hate it,” Penny said vehemently. It was she who had always been in control, she who needed to feel the power and dominance that her beauty and sexuality gave her. Lord, what she really needed was to come! She thrust back onto Courtney’s fingers, driving them deeper.

He pulled them out and made her stand up. Those same damp digits closed on the back of her neck and marched her to a wooden plank with several round holes in it, which was fixed to low brackets set into the floor. Above her head was a length of wood attached at both ends to iron bars descending from the ceiling. There were two iron rings around the wooden crossbar with short chains hanging from them.

“Stay there,” her tormentor ordered, went to a cupboard in one corner and reached inside without opening the door wide enough for Penny to see what it contained. He returned with two thick, leather cuffs in one hand, still holding the pointer in the other. It flicked out lightning fast and stung her belly just above her hairless love-mound. Penny hissed her pain through clenched teeth. Her belly fluttered with fear as Courtney made her hold her hands out and buckled the cuffs tightly around her wrists. A short chain ending in an ‘S’- shaped hook hung from each of them.

“W… what are you doing?” she dared to ask.

He ignored the question, gripped her right forearm and raised it above her head. She did not resist the strong, insistent fingers that stretched her hands high and slipped the hooks on her cuffs through a link in each of the chains overhead. They pulled at her shoulder joints and she could only just manage to keep her feet flat on the floor.

“Oh, that’s awfully uncomfortable, sir,” Penny said. It was frightening too, and worryingly exciting. Her pussy quivered.

Courtney gave a short laugh. “It’s going to be a lot more uncomfortable before we’re finished, my girl.” He bent to the plank in front of her and released a catch at one end. The hinged front half swung away from the rear one. A smack on the bottom and a brusque command made Penny place her ankles against two of the semi-circular cut-outs in the fixed half of the plank and Courtney closed the moveable half and fastened it, locking her feet a shoulder’s width apart. The position increased the pull on Penny’s arms and the flutter of fear in her belly.

“Oh, what are you doing to me?” she wailed, fighting the sudden urge to panic. Never before had she been restrained. It was a horrid feeling to know she was utterly helpless, utterly unprotected, utterly at the man’s mercy. Penny’s heart pounded, her belly writhed in unbridled terror and, heaven help her, her pussy rippled with hot, fiery arousal.

Courtney met her wide-eyed stare and chuckled throatily. “I thought you would have guessed by now, Penny. You owe me an apology. A simple ‘I’m sorry’ might be adequate for Ghairat but I require something a good deal more” – his wicked smile grew broader – “how shall I put it? Physical?” He loosened his
chapaan
and cast it aside. Beneath it he was naked; lean, tall, rangy, without an ounce of fat, and his cock was rearing upright with its fat, bell-shaped head pink and taut and shiny.

Penny gasped as her sex clenched and quivered. “But I…I’ll give you what you want. You don’t need to treat me like this.”

His teeth bared in a predatory grin that sent a fresh frisson of fear down her spine. “Oh, I do, my dear girl! You won’t be any different to my slave girls. They always need to be well secured before I punish them.”

“Punish?” The word came out as a terrified squeak. So did Penny’s next ones. “Oh, no, for pity’s sake!”

Courtney returned to the cupboard and opened it wide so Penny could see everything it contained. She felt a sudden, almost irresistible urge to empty her bladder. The upper part was a rack filled with an assortment of canes and whips.

“No, don’t,” she begged. “Please, I’ll do everything you tell me to.” She watched in horror as he selected a long cane and a short whip and placed them on the table at her left along with the map-pointer.

“Now, Penny, I must,” he said sternly. “This is what gives me the most pleasure, you see? And you want me to help you, so you need to please me. And you said yourself that you’ve been a bad girl. I can’t very well overlook all your naughtiness in the parlour. It’s a good job Ghairat is such a loyal servant and knows how to keep his mouth shut. If word of your indecent behaviour got out it could damage the British reputation along the whole frontier. So you see, you really do deserve to be punished.”

It was all nonsense, Penny knew, nothing but a half-baked excuse.

“No, you can’t beat me. It’s not fair,” she protested.

“Fair? Of course it isn’t fair,” Courtney said and picked up the whip. “Have you always been fair, Penny?”

Before she could even begin to reply he flicked the short, supple length of leather across the fronts of her thighs just below the pout of her sex.

“Ow! Ooh! Oooh!” Penny jerked and fought ineffectually to pull her feet from the holes in the plank. A second stroke scored a fiery track across her lower abdomen and made her cry out again. She heaved on the tight cuffs that held her arms above her head. Their position lifted high the two prominent rounds of her breasts and thrust them forwards. Penny knew they were targets too tempting to resist. She tensed as she saw Courtney drew back the arm holding the whip. It smacked into the flesh of both teats, fiercely stinging their soft-skinned undersides. She threw her head back, hissing and gasping at the pain.

Courtney laughed. “Oh, very nice! Feel it bite, Penny?”

She jerked backwards as he lashed out again but she was too tightly stretched to evade the leather’s biting tongue.

“Ooh!” It scorched her abdomen again. “Ooh! Ooh!” Her breasts bounced, burning from two more upward slashes of the whip and before her cries had died another stung horribly across her thighs. “Oh, that really hurts,” Penny whimpered breathlessly. Two fiery lashes scored the upper curves of her teats. They seemed to vibrate with pain.

“Call me ‘sir’,” Courtney barked. “Have you forgotten already?”

“Oh, sir, sir, please stop!” she begged.

“Only when I think you’ve learned your lesson.” His laughter was cruel and his next words ominous. “And I’ve a feeling that’s going to take quite some time.”

The whip flicked out again and again, striking Penny’s thighs and belly and breasts without any pattern to the blows, so that as well as the pain, she suffered a horrid, dreading uncertainty about where the leather would next bite her tender skin. Equally frightening was the knowledge that the whip was by no means the largest Courtney had and that he was not hitting anywhere near as hard as he could have. If he chose one of the thicker and heavier whips and used his full strength…. Penny’s gut twisted in greater terror and her feeling of total helplessness intensified.

The consequences were too terrifying to contemplate.

As if he knew what she was thinking Courtney swung the whip down harder. It landed with a loud, sickening crack and Penny’s left breast bounced wildly from the impact of the blow. Agony exploded in her nipple. She gave a shrill, high-pitched shriek and then another higher still when the same hellish blaze of torment seared her right nipple. A split second later the leather lashed fiercely across her soft-skinned love-mound. Wrenching her wrists frantically in their restraints Penny felt her gut twisting cruelly and suddenly she could no longer resist the pent-up pressure in her bladder. As she writhed under another wicked whiplash to her burning breasts a surging spray of urine erupted from between her parted thighs, arcing upwards almost as high as the floating dust motes before it spattered to the floor tiles several feet in front of her.